Just based on what i have been told/what has occured today i could compile a considerably lengthy list of people who have an issue with me/don't like me.
I have always had the inkling that my politics teacher isn't too fond of me, but verbly raping me in front of the whole class to discuss my screening grades pretty much sells it. I was down-marked on motivation.
I have the motivation of an activist on speed, just because i own the tendancy to talk during his lesson doesn't mean my general work motivation ceases to be a wholesome four. If thats not making a meal out of a morsel then i'm the pope, on speed.
Also, disliking me over a comment about 'not having a pen' that i didn't even make is mock-worthy. Come on, if i cared whether you had a fucking biro or not then i'd sob everytime a dog crapped on my lawn or someone stood on my toe.
Which i don't, for your recognition.
On a just as insignificant tangent; inquisition about my blog rises everyday whilst i write it at college. Currently my friend Dom is brandishing his foot-long sandwich in my face (no, NOT a sexual innuendo) and claiming he has to be mentioned. So here it is Max Brillo, your 5 seconds to e-blog fame. My blog isn't particually of any interest, it's a reverent mix of whinging/moaning, general and often pointless perceptions of my life and general 'give me something to say' bullshit.
I'm currently planning to create a public video diary/exhibition of Austchwitz - just to put everything into perspective.
'when grey skies turn blue, when dreams all come true,
will you be the way that i remember you?'
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